Act II: Scene II

It was a beautiful August morning when Doctor Drakken had awoken to the warm sunlight shining through the glass windows. It had been an entire week since he had been released from jail for a lack of evidence. Shego however, was still under careful watch at the Upperton Crisis Center; she would be admitted to prison when she was deemed stable.

It was difficult for Drakken to forget the past two weeks when he and Shego had left for a 3-day holiday at the Crown Plaza and ultimately wound up in prison after sleeping drugs were discovered in Shego's purse. Lucky for Drakken, the officers failed to produce evidence that he was directly involved in the act; The authorities were thus forced to release him… for now.

The convention was ended the first night it began. Villains and hopefuls went home in tears after all experiencing all the chaos the night entailed. The awards were forgotten and dealing rooms were packed up without sales. No one was even sure that there would be an eighth convention. Drakken wasn't even sure if he cared.

There had been no headlines detailing any heroic deeds preformed by the feisty redhead and her blond buffoon. No rescues, and no crime stopping (not that there were any crimes to be committed). It seemed like she had completely vanished after that night. It would have been a perfect opportunity to dominate the world if he had the motivation.

He grunted and let his fingers run all through his unwashed hair. Not only had the disaster affected his enthusiasm, it had affected his hygiene. He hadn't showered in two weeks, or shaved, or worn deodorant, or brushed his teeth or even washed his hands. It didn't even matter to him if his hair was tied back or not. He just collected his thoughts as he felt rotten and unkempt. He reached for the phone.

"Hello there, this is Drew Lipsky calling to speak with a patient named Shego." He spoke dully into the phone.

"I'm sorry sir but she hasn't been cleared to accept calls yet. Please call back at another time." The line went dead just like it had yesterday.

'Shegooooo…'

Meanwhile the 'feisty redhead' was lounging just as her archenemy had been doing. Ron was on the floor staring at the ceiling. It had been five days after Team Go's funerals; all four funerals in Kim's opinion had been exceptionally sad. For grieving purposes, Wade had resolved not to contact the heroine for a few days. Besides… she needed a break.

"Did you hear anything about Shego?" Ron asked casually.

"No. I don't really care either." Kim responded as she wistfully gazed out the window wishing she felt as beautiful and bright as the sun was.

"Me either." Ron agreed quietly.

This had been a strange week for Ron. He really didn't know what to think about anything. He had a particular attachment to the Go Team for some reason. It was very hard to see them pass, especially the two Wego twins. Their optimism was somewhat admirable. It was even harder to see Kim in the state she was in. It became harder and harder to speak to her. The convention had shaken her.

"Ron." Kim continued to look out the window.

"Kim?"

"In the mail today… the police sent the autopsy results."

Ron frowned. "And did you open them?"

"No." Kim responded simply, "Not yet."

"Do you want to…?"

Kim stared at him silently and then nodded at the side table where there was a small brown package. Ron took it and held it wordlessly.

"I'm not sure… I want to know how they died." Kim whispered uneasily, "What if they were in pain? I want to keep thinking that they died in their sleep."

"We're going to have to know somehow. It's better than living in darkness." Ron spoke in a comforting tone.

Kim looked reflective for a moment. "Well alright Ron. But you have to open it and read it."

Ron gulped, "Sure thing KP."

His trembling fingers broke the seal and pulled back the envelope. Inside was a folded record of the cause of Hego, Mego, and the Wego twins deaths. He slowly unfolded it and read out loud in a shaking whisper,

"Name Hego. Time of death was approximately 7:15 PM on August 1rst 2004. The cause of death?" Ron closed his eyes and then slowly looked at the paper again. "Poison by intoxication."

Kim felt tears forming behind her eyes and she held them back. Shego most defiantly did have something to do with this. She wouldn't forgive her this time. Not for this.

Ron continued reading, "N-name Mego. Time of death was approximately 7:12 PM on August 1rst 2004. The cause of death was poison by means of intoxication." He paused and listened to Kim softly weep. He took a deep staggered breath and bravely read the last two. "Name Wego 1. Time of death was approximately 6:57 PM on August 1rst 2004. Cause of Death was poison by intoxication… Name Wego 2. Time of death was approximately 7:01 PM on August 1rst 2004. Cause of death was poison by intoxication." He finished and saw Kim rubbing her puffy red eyes with a tissue.

"Kim…" He began.

"I'm fine." Kim assured him. She showed him a feeble smile.

Ron glowered. "O-Okay. Well I'm going to head home. Call me later."

Kim seemed even slower to respond. "Kay."

(Notes: Happy New Year! For those of you who are wondering… this is NOT a Kigo fic. Sorry. I listed the two characters as Kim and Shego because they are the two primary characters of this fic.Romance isn't coming into play for a few chapters but I promise you it will happen.Anyway I hope you're still enjoying the story. Don't forget to leave reviews! Thanks so much!)